Traded To The Cruel Alpha novel Chapter 6

Serafine POV

Standing here, my fingers are still gripping the bag, I'm not sure if I should touch anything. Yes he said it was my room but I don't feel like I should. It's like I will owe him if I do, then again if I eat anything, I owe him. I'm not even sure how to feel about this.

He's not a rogue, he's an alpha and I want to ask why he lied, why he pretends to be a rogue when visiting other packs. What does he gain from lying? Surely he can get better deals if people know who he truly is?

Is his name even Xander? I didn't think of that, if he's lied about been a rogue, then that could also be a lie. I thought I was marrying a man I didn't know, but now, I realise how real that is. I don't even know his real name.

Okay, I can't stand here all night, even if I feel anxious. I'm not used to this. I was either sitting in my room, or following orders to clean, cook and such. I'm not used to free time. So what am I supposed to do?

It's crazy that I don't know how to exist in a space like this. For my entire life I was confined to a small bare room, with nothing but a mattress. My daily freedom was whatever time I could salvage between the endless list of chores.

The door is my biggest issue. I'm not used to privacy, I'm waiting for the guard to open it and stand watching me. I had a closet as my room before, now I have an entire room, and a bed that's far too big for me, but looks comfy.

Still, this place is unsettling. Slowly, I force my feet to move, deciding that I can't avoid this forever. My gaze drifts over the furniture, dark wood, a soft rug beneath my bare feet. The bed and covers look inviting, but I'm scared to touch them.

Turning, I head to the other doors, hesitating for a moment, I suck in a breath before pulling down the handle and opening them. As I swing them open, I'm amazed and shocked at the same time.

The bathroom is extravagant, but even that word feels too basic. Everything is gleaming from the marble floors to the silver fixtures. The tub alone is enormous, far bigger than the ones back at my families pack that I would clean. There's a vanity that stretches alone the entire side of one wall. My eyes stop on the towels that are already on there, folded neatly.

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